A Wounded Arrow Finds Its Aim

But bleeds too, sharp words of a lover to another...

In words, a wounded arrow finds its aim,
Unwillingly causing hurt in a twisted game.
For deep within, thy own torment resides,
As thou returns to seek solace besides.

Your utterances, a double-edged sword my dear,
Both tender solace and cruel discourse pour.
In paradoxical dance, you weave your way,
Knowing just what to say, night and day.

Good and ba…